Sobbing moans erupt, each one a heavenly refrain as his head thrashes from side to side. I curl my fingers until I hit his prostate.
“Fuck! Mac! Fuck!”
I chuckle and fingerfuck him, making sure to hit that spot each time. His ass meets my fingers, guttural sounds filling the room. I lean over and swallow his cock, hollowing out my cheeks.
“Coming! Coming! Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”
Cal shoots off hard, muscles in his abs clenching as he spurts down my throat. His mouth hangs open, but it’s as if the air gets stuck in his lungs because no sound comes out, his face is completely red.
Finally, his body relaxes, and I gently pull my fingers from him, grab a towel, then clean us off. After, I roll him to the side and unfasten the handcuffs before helping him adjust on the bed.
When I climb in on the other side, he curls up to my chest, breaths coming in little sobs.
I tense, stroking his hair, giving the chain connected to the jougs a quick tug.
“Not going anywhere.” His voice is barely a whisper and he tucks tighter into me. “I promise.”
My arms wrap around him, and I kiss his forehead before drifting off to sleep, hoping he means it.
Chapter 5
A hand smacks my face, yanking me from sleep. It’s not hard but enough to piss me off. With a growl, I open my eyes.
Cal glares at me. “About time.”
“Did you just smack me?”
He huffs. “Well, I tried shaking and shoving you, even pinched you.”
It’s dark in the room, definitely not morning. I turn to Cal, who’s squirming and fidgeting, pulling at the metal collar.
“Need to use the bathroom.”
I quirk a brow. Deep down, concern rears its head that he might be using the excuse to run away. However, he’s clenching his thighs, fingers drumming against his knees.
“Mac. Now. Before I pee on the bed.”
With a sigh, I roll over and grab the key for the lock. The moment the collar comes off, Cal flies off the bed and my heart lurches, chest tightening.
I scramble after him, freezing when he does. He bends and shuffles a bit, as if doing the pee dance, and I release a long breath. He wasn’t lying about having to use the bathroom.
But why the fuck is he standing there?
A thwack cuts through the silence followed by a muffled moan.
And another.
I shake my head and chuckle. Guess Rex found the paddle.
Cal turns his head, looking at me over his shoulder, and I flick my wrist in an ushering motion. He slowly tiptoes to the bathroom, and I turn on my heels and go back to our room, sitting on the edge of the bed, more thwacks ringing through the house.
I’d think Rex is punishing Devon, only the moans that follow indicate it’s anything but. Not surprised Satan’s spawn enjoys impact play.
Ten minutes go by and Cal isn’t back. Don’t want to be pushy, but when I peek down the hall the bathroom door is ajar.
Fuck.
He left.
